Mostly when I’m tired

This is my hard time -Theodore Roethke The mornings I can cope with. Just. Not grabbing my phone before … More

The damage of haste

The book has been working at my desk, which means it looks as though I have been burgled. ‘I can’t … More

The poem is not happy. It glares up at me, its eyes spitting fury. ‘How dare you take me in … More

I have been thinking a lot recently about final lines of poems. I’ve always been fond of Seamus Heaney’s comment about … More

My Crow A crow flew into the tree outside my window. It was not Ted Hughes’s crow, or Galway’s crow. … More

This is What I Wanted to Sign Off With You know what I’m like when I`m sick: I’d sooner curse … More

I came across ‘Elegy for Jane’ having found poems by Theodore Roethke in Ted Hughes’ classic anthology of poems and … More